[COMPLETED] Auror Harry Potter is killed during a mission. What happens when Death comes for him and makes him an offer? Read on and find out in 'Always'. Cover by @meha-k
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Harry decided not to visit Ginny as Peter the next day but he still stayed close to her in the cottage. She'd had an owl from Lee, asking if her kids could stay an extra couple of days, and she had written back yes. She's spent the day looking at old photo albums of her and Harry, from their days at Hogwarts right up until his 'death'. Again, she had hardly eaten anything, and taken a Dreamless Sleep potion and gone to bed early. Like the other times, Harry lay next to her, holding her tight. His mind was still thinking about how he could begin to tell her he, Peter was actually Harry, her supposed dead husband.
He left her early the next morning and went for a walk on the beach. He couldn't stand the thought of leaving her to return to Hogwarts, so he Apparated to the nearest town and sent an owl to Headmistress Mcgonagall, stating that he had a sitiuation and could be delayed in his return to Hogwarts. He didn't mention that he wasn't sure if he would return at all. He then picked up bacon, eggs, sausages and bread and returned to Shell Cottage. He knocked on the door and waited.
Ginny opened it, looking sleepy and sexy. "Peter, what are you doing here?"
Harry held up the bags of food. "Making you breakfast." Without waiting for an invitation, he went inside her house.
"That's really not necessary," said Ginny, tightening the belt on the robe she wore. She smoothed her hair down and followed him into the tiny kitchen.
"I insist. Just something small to repay your kindness in letting me share the holidays with your family," he said, smiling at her over his shoulder.
His gesture was so much like Harry. He too, had liked to cook breakfasts. She would often sneak up behind him and put her arms around his waist and lay her head against his back. He would always pick up one of her hands and kiss it, then shoo her away, saying she was distracting him. Smiling at the happy memory, Ginny sank down onto a chair.
Harry quickly dished up enough food for at least four people. He even made her coffee the way she liked it. She sipped it, feeling more human instantly.
"This all looks amazing, Peter. I know I won't be able to do it justice," she said, nibbling on some toast.
Harry leaned over to squeeze her hand. "Eat what you can."
"So, how did things go with your lady friend?" asked Ginny. "You know, you never told me her name." She ate some egg and bacon, Harry noted with relief.
"Actually, that's another reason I am here. I need some advice. You see, there are things I need to tell her, but I fear that she won't believe me, and it will make her mad or sad, or both, and she will send me away. I don't want that to happen, I can't lose her," he said, his voice desperate.
Ginny leaned over to grab his hand. "Hey, calm down, Peter. If she loves you, she will at least listen to you, unless-Peter, did you cheat on her?"
